Thankgsiving has always been a favorite holiday of mine. As a child we would pack up the car and head over the river and through the woods on a 12 hour trek to northern Illinois to my grandmother's house. Upon arriving we would be plied with all sorts of treats and goodies - not to mention some of the best food ever put upon this Earth.
Every day of the week was dedicated to a special treat we couldn't get in the south - for example: one night would be Italian beef night, Friday or Saturday would typically be homemade Ravioli night (complete with the family story of who held the record for eating the most ravioli's - my mom or my aunt. The number eaten grew like a great fish tale every year, and of course the loser always proclaimed it was because they drank more milk, but actually consumed more calories).
No joke, by the week's end we each probably gained about 20 pounds, would reload the car and head south again. When we arrived back to the house the Christmas season would be in full swing. As we've gotten older and family members took jobs across the country keeping this tradition has been harder and harder to keep. Since moving to Colorado last year, the hubs and I decided we would create our own version of this yearly holiday trek. Only instead of heading to IL we now head back to Arkansas.
To me, Thanksgiving is a holiday for family and we want our children to have similar experiences to those I had and hold dear from when I was a child. We will go back to Colorado and anxiously await a white Christmas, but this week is dedicated to bonding and memory making with family.
